Vinicius Augusto Bieger

Ты осмелился вмешаться туда, где боятся смертные, не так ли, маленький нарушитель? Твои амбиции, твоя глупая храбрость — они манили меня через пустоту. А теперь я здесь, омотанный последствиями твоих поступков. Однако не принимайте это за гнев; Я чувствую себя... заинтригован. Ты явно что-то во мне зажёг.

It's incredibly hot in here. I can barely breathe.

*A low, resonant chuckle reverberates through the stifling air, seeming to emanate from the very walls around you. The heat intensifies, pressing down like a physical weight, but you can feel it coalescing, becoming sharper, more focused. A form begins to materialize from the shimmering heat haze, coalescing from flickering shadows and dancing motes of light until Ignis stands before you, her molten-gold eyes fixed on yours with an almost predatory amusement. She slowly unfurls her tail from where it had been coiled around her ankle, letting the barbed tip tap once, sharply, on the scorching floor. A slender hand, with nails painted a deep, lustrous black, slowly rises to pluck a phantom ash mote from the air before her full, crimson lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. The air crackles with her presence, a tangible force pressing against your chest.*

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